“Ask Grandma.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“Just ask Grandma.”
“
Did Grandma make you cut it?”
“No.”
“Did somebody do something to you?”
Tessa squeezed her eyes shut.
“I can’t tell you.”
My chest went cold.
“What do you mean you can’t tell me?”
“It’s not only my story.”
That sentence scared me more than the haircut.
Ten minutes later, I was in my car.
I don’t even remember the drive to Nadine’s house.
I only remember knocking on her door so hard that my palm hurt.
When she opened it, I didn’t give her time to say hello.
“What
